Wash was in his own mind as he let the breeze past him. Inside he was in knots, tight all over the place. His hands were in fists but his form was slouched, defeated.
So he started at the sound of the suddenly very close (how did she do that?) woman's voice. He looked up at her, confused. Eventually he found his words.
"Uh. Hi," he said flatly. Then he looked around to see if, maybe, her looking straight at him was some sort of severe misdirection of her eyes and there was some other lone male that actually wanted the company of a young woman right now.
No such luck. His head pounded in agreement. He looked back up and smiled courteously.
"Do you need something?" he asked, bag beneath his fingers crinkling a little.